Finally we introduce Gino in this chapter :)
Slightly shorter than the rest, but, in return, I promise that the next will be long.
12 Years Ago, The Kid
"Open your mouth ..."
Gino closed mouth harder still. Bob folded his arms.
"If you do not eat the porridge, I'm going to do it for you..."
Gino also crossed his arms, looking at his father as saying, "Go ahead, do it."
After opening the lid of the mash, Bob chimed in and pulled out a portion. He put it in his mouth. That swill tasted so darn bad that he had to put a very forced smile to look convincing.
Gino, when he saw his father with that forced smile and comic, began to laugh out loud, Bob took time to put the spoon in his mouth, forcing him to eat the porridge. However, Gino, summoning all his mouth strenght, spit the mush against Bob's face.
In the face of anger that made his father, Gino resumed his laughter.
"I do not know what we do with this kid. As much as I try to make him eat the porridge, not swallows."
Francesca laughed.
"And you complain? He bits me in a certain part of the body while he was breastfeeding."
"Yes, and you almost throw him out the window for that." Bob replied, taking his little boy in his hands.
Well we go out now? If not hungry now, surely the will after returning from an errand.
Bob shrugged, wiped his hands and grabbed his coat.
"I'm ready."
It was quite quaint see Bob, as mayor of Salsiccia, on a bicycle, with his wife and son, going to the messages as a normal person.
"Buongiorno, Signor Sindaco!"* Greeted Martino, the village postmaster.
"Buongiorno, Martino!"** Bob replied, raising his hand.
They gave a good detour for the village, down to the butcher, where they planned to buy some chicken for dinner.
While Bob and Francesca made the order, Gino jumped from the basket of the bike and went over the counter, without anyone seeing him. Then, he noticed something shiny and long he had placed beside him, and took it.
"Gino! What are you doing with that?" Francesca scolded him, forcing him to drop the knife. "I do not know where you got this mania to play with knives."
Bob gulped.
After doing that and other errands, went to the countryside, to hang up when preparing food.
Francesca lay back and let Bob masajease his back gently and softly, as he always did, while Gino tries to catch butterflies.
"Roberto, honey ... your hands are magic."
Bob smiled. But not only smiled at that compliment. He smiled for his life. It was perfect. And expect it to be perfect for long.
*"Good Morning, Sr Mayor!"
**"Good Morning, Martino!"
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